Mastering the fates with Role-play system 2

[3] Role-play System Version 4.0

"Can I speak to my mother, at least?" Jace requested, his body shaking with fear. He was covered in cold sweat, his clothes drenched and his heart throbbing inside his chest.

"For the last time, please?" He begged, but the chief did not respond. Rather, he stared at Jace from head to toe, a menacing grimace plastered on his face. It felt as though he derived pleasure in executing victims, so much that he'd do it without a court order.

"You know," he began, lowering his gun,

"I would have loved to hear you out, but I won't... You know why? Because folks like you don't give me money."

" ?? "

"It's true," he shrugged, not a hint of empathy in his tone.

"If you were the son of a rich man, certainly he'd pay bail for you, but clearly you are a nobody, and that's the problem. There are already enough people like you in this state."

He paused, grabbing Jace by the chin and shifting his face so their eyes interlocked.

"And as for your mom, do you want her to watch you die? Don't you think it'll be too painful? Don't you have a heart, boy? Well... that's enough talking, say your last prayers."

The chief let out a cold smile and pointed his gun, aiming directly at Jace's forehead. He took a few steps back while the other officers held Jace in position, locking his arm down on the chair he was seated on.

For a moment, time stood still and Jace could have sworn that his spirit left his body. He had watched the others get executed on the same chair he was sitting on. Their blood was still fresh on the ground, and the trail left behind as their dead bodies were taken out. Now it was his turn, to experience the same fate, one that he doesn't deserve.

"Say your last prayers, boy." These were the last words Jace heard before closing his eyes tightly. He could hear the sound of his heartbeat, immediately followed by the sound of a loud gunshot and then silence.

[ System Deployment! ]

[ Complete! ]

[ Revive host! ]

[ Recreate scenes ]

[ Interchange the circumstances]

Silence stretched on for what seemed like eternity, no heaven, no hell and no rebirth. There was no sort of afterlife and no dark voids, just Silence.

Then, Jace's heart started to race, faster and faster until his eyes flung wide open and he sat up immediately, gasping for air.

His environment was blurred, and that was because a holographic screen was right before him, floating with the following characters.

[ Role-play System Version 4.0  ]

[ Congratulations Jace Martin ]

[ Are you ready to turn your life around? ]

Jace squinted and rubbed his eyes, his head throbbed, and the world around him appeared to spin.

"I was shot," he recalled, and frightened once again,

[ Oh boy, here we go again ]

The robotic voice resounded again in Jace's ears, and he had to pause and listen.

"What?" He asked, unsure of what who was speaking, ad not sure if he would get an answer.

[ Hi Jace, I am the Role-play System and I'll just go straight to the point so that you don't get too afraid ]

"Are you God?"

[ ... ]

"Well, are you?"

[ Read the information on the screen ]

"Role-play System Version 4.0, congratulations Jace Martin, are you... Wait, I got a system after I died?" He gasped at the realisation,

"Do you know if my mom is alright?"

[ Jace ]

"Yes?"

[ First of all, I presume you already know how a system works. I give you a task, you complete it, get rewarded and get rich or become influential ]

"That doesn't answer the question about my mom," Jace cut the system off, his voice dripped with disdain. It felt weird that he was talking to an entity that he couldn't even see, but he shrugged it off.

'These things happen,' he thought.

[ Your mom was arrested, but she is fine. ]

"Arrested? What do you mean she was arrested? I am the one who got arrested, so ... wait, where am I?"

[ If only you would stay calm and let me explain to you, Jace, then this would be a lot easier. ]

"Alright, " he took a deep breath, calming his nerves and choosing to listen.

"I'm all ears."

[ I saved you from getting shot by making a few adjustments. Somehow the cops couldn't find you to kill you so they arrested your mother, claiming that she had something to do with your disappearance. ]

"What?"

[ Let me finish]

[ I am going to grant you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get back all these people who tried to ruin your life, starting with the lawless cops, then your boss and your coworkers.]

" How do you know about this?" He asked.

[ I know about everything. I will give you all these and more, but you'll have to work for it by completing a few tasks. ]

For a second, Jace stayed silent, his eyes fixed on the screen before him. It wasn't a dream, and he knew it; it's all real, and this might be his chance to rewrite his life story. Perhaps his fate was tied to this system, and all he needed to do was master it to become successful.

"I accept it," he said without hesitation.

"How soon can I save my mom? Also, where am I?"

Just before he could finish asking, his blurred vision returned to normal as the system's screen faded, and Jace suddenly realised that he was at home, on his bed, still dressed in pyjamas like her never left.

"How on earth did this happen?" He wanted to ask, but held back his tongue.

"It's the system," he figured.

Getting off the bed, he walked up to the partially broken mirror that hung on the wall across his room and ran his finger over his face, cheek and arm. Those scars from the fall and the beating had vanished, and he felt no pain, not even a migraine.

"I got a system," he muttered, a smile playing across his lips.

"Role-play 4.0. What is it about, and what kind of task are you going to make me do?"

[ Role-play ]

"Huh?"

[ It would be a lot better to explain things to you as playing along. It'll be too much information for now don't you think?" ]

"Okay?" Jace nodded, his brows raised with curiosity,

"Can I at least see the status? It'll give me an insight, then I can proceed with the first task. I need to get it done as quickly as possible so I can get my mom from the station, I do not like those men, they'll hurt her."